All I wanted for Fitzmas . . .

was a Rove indictment. And apparently, that isn't meant to be. Sigh.

In a sign that the world may be turned completely on its head, I was so involved in trying to solve a client issue tonight that I completely forgot about the Cubs game until I arrived home after dinner.

Funniest voice mail I received so far this week: one from an old boyfriend/friend, in which he played "word poker" with my name and spent the length of an entire voicemail coming up with words that can be made from the letters of my first name. Hilarious.